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Keeping Creative Juices Juicy

A few years back I took an acrylic painting class. Sometimes, while the ever-present radio played a Mahler violin concerto, an aria from La Traviata or Johnny Cash’s Ring of Fire, I would spin about whipping color on my canvas, feeling “in the zone.” My mind would disconnect from my hand, which moved independent of… Continue reading Keeping Creative Juices Juicy

Nostalgia, Nursing in the 60s

The Olden Days of Nursing

“I would be in a sweat if I tried to maneuver out of that tight parking space without power steering,” I said to my 15-year-old grandson who is currently taking driver education. We had left the grocery store with a bottle of apple juice and two bags of pretzels. The parking lot was small and… Continue reading The Olden Days of Nursing